Spiky Bugger
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My sole surviving sane aunt is in hospice. Non-verbal, not eating. That’s how we know it’s time. She’s VERY old, so it’s not some horrific, unexpected tragedy…but still.
They took my “Second Loopiest Aunt” to see her big sister. She said her big sister’s name and my sane aunt opened her eyes. I guess that was their goodbye.
They are over 400 miles away and we’re dealing with some MrSue health issues. Amtrak COULD HAVE taken us up and back, but some tracks were closed for a while. So I’ve run out of time. Not as tragically as my sane aunt is running out of time, but then I’m not 98.
They took my “Second Loopiest Aunt” to see her big sister. She said her big sister’s name and my sane aunt opened her eyes. I guess that was their goodbye.
They are over 400 miles away and we’re dealing with some MrSue health issues. Amtrak COULD HAVE taken us up and back, but some tracks were closed for a while. So I’ve run out of time. Not as tragically as my sane aunt is running out of time, but then I’m not 98.
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